Leva carried Pif's body using her shoulders. The skinny young man didn't move and only limped after he had fallen asleep on Leva's chest. It seemed, for Pif, that sexual activity was more energy-draining than running or mining.

"What is wrong with him?" Seb, still sitting and chatting with the three members of the Redtooth tribe, asked.

Leva stopped her steps. "We just did..."

"Don't tell me what you did just now!" I cut off Leva's words. It could be noisy if anyone found out, especially since Seb had almost done that with the red-haired woman.

"Ah..." Leva scratched her head. "We were just playing catch and he was tired."

Seb raised an eyebrow, but Leva ignored it and walked again to put Pif into the shelter.

"Ah, looks like my friends and I should continue our journey. While it's still not too late. I don't want to bother you by spending the night here. Nice to talk to you, Seb." Kit smiled and started to organize his things. "Next time, I will come here and love hearing stories about earth again."

"Anytime." Seb smiled back. "Thank you for selling these things to us. And I hope you and the tribe will be fine."

"You too. Hopefully you will survive the winter."

Kit and his two men arranged their belongings into sacks and hoisted them onto the horses. The things they carried now were much heavier due to the many chunks of salt.

"Ah, there's something you might know." Kit talks to Seb again after calling Sena to join the group. "Do you know a new tribe called Congraylham in the south, Seb? It's probably about three days' trip from here."

Seb exchanged glances with Manu, who had just joined. Manu just shook his head.

"No, we don't know." Seb shrugged.

"A few days after the bloody coup to take down Suja, they came to us and said they wanted to be friends with our tribe." Kit started to explain. "Usually, there are only two types of tribes that come to us, namely trading or attacking us. Even if they have other business, they will bring goods to trade as well."

I gave orders to Seb to ask some questions. Information like this cannot be ignored.

"So, they really didn't bring anything?" Seb asked in a cautious tone. "They just want to declare as friends of your tribe?"

Kit shrugged. "That's how it is, they only brought their own provisions. That's really weird. Our predecessors told us, even for new tribes, they will still bring goods to sell to us, even though the main goal is to make friendship."

"Our guess is that they are looking for another tribe to loot. However, when they saw the large size of our tribe, they changed their goals." One of Kit's men added.

Seb rubbed his chin. "Then, what kind of tribe are they? Is it like you guys, or more primitive with stone weapons?"

"This is a completely different tribe. Their weapons are very strange, made of metal and..." Kit scratched his head. "It's very hard for me to explain. In essence, the weapons are for long range and the ends can explode. They showed us that."

What? In this world, there are weapons like that? I whispered to Seb to ask Kit something else. My colonists must dig up as much information as possible about this.

This can change everything.

"Is it shaped like this?" Seb picked up a stick, then began to draw an object with a muzzle, trigger, and it had nearly a 90-degree angle. Yes, it's a gun.

"Yes, some carry weapons shaped like that, but some are longer." Kit continued his speech. "What they demonstrated in front of us was like this one you drew."

"They just want to show off so we don't mess with them." Another member of Kit's group snorted. "They also don't want to say how to make weapons like that."

"I don't think there are too many of them. If we have weapons like them, we can certainly become a threat to that tribe." Kit shrugged again. "That weapon is very nasty, Seb. Whatever it is that comes out of the end, it can pierce the trunk of a large tree, even to the point where it can't even be retrieved."

"That thing's name is gun." Seb gulped. His lips began to tremble. "It's a weapon that came from my original world."

"Ah, it's only natural that they wear slightly different clothes too." Kit nods. "I'm just saying, they are really friendly with us. However, they don't necessarily want to work with you guys. Your tribe is still small and luckily our new leader told us not to tell them about you. However, you guys still have to be careful."

After exchanging farewells once more with my colonists, Kit and his comrade started to leave my colony.

Actually, people from the Redtooth tribe are decent, huh? Not everyone is like Tosa and Reha.

"If they do have firearms, then we're in real danger." Kat said as the group from the Redtooth tribe was far away.

Even the quiet Kat spoke about this. She must have been distraught after hearing Kit's explanation earlier.

"I know." Seb sighed.

"How great is that so-called firearm?" Manu frowned.

Seb rubbed his face. "Not great, but terrible. It was a weapon that became one of the highest causes of death in my world. And here we have no means of defending against it."

"How about we catch up with Kit and his friends. You know, to learn to make traps. I don't know how to do it myself." Manu throws the idea I gave him.

"It's useless." Leva came with her arms crossed over her chest. "From the beginning, we did not use traps because it was considered unsafe for our own people. So, no one knows how to make it."

Seb took a deep breath, then said my other suggestion. "Well, at least I can teach how to treat the wounds from those weapons... I'm no expert, but at least I have a general idea of ??what kind of wound it is and we can figure out how to treat it." historical

Shit.. That sounds bad to my ears.